Three-Year-Old Divine Physician, Yama Bows His Head

Beneath the covered corridor, several children stood in a circle, their tender little faces full of gravity, making the atmosphere unusually tense.

"Cousin Xiao Yan, can the little man move this time?" the girl in red could not help asking.

Though still young, the girl's brows and eyes carried a seductive charm. She was clearly a beauty in the making.

Xun'er, dressed in an elegant green dress like a lotus, softly shushed her. "Cousin Xiao Mei, don't disturb Brother Xiao Yan."

Nearby, Xiao Yu, dressed in blue and with legs longer than most people's, was a little older. Though she was just as nervous, she said nothing.

Xiao Yan seemed to have ignored the girls around him, wholly focused on fiddling with the multicolored iron figure in his hands.

After assembling its right arm, he rummaged through several precious Magic Cores on the ground, picked out a fairly decent first-tier wood-attribute Magic Core, and set it into the groove on the multicolored iron figure's chest.

As Xiao Yan installed the Magic Core, green energy spread from its core throughout the iron figure's body. In an instant, the little iron man seemed to have been given a soul. Its limbs began to move, while its eyes shone with a luminous green light.

Even Xiao Yu, who was a little older, cried out in surprise at this strange transformation and leaned closer to inspect the miraculous little thing.

[Drawing upon your repeated experience assembling dolls, you gained an epiphany and comprehended the Basic Puppet Crafting Method.]

[Basic Puppet Crafting Method: Using a Magic Core as energy and refined iron as a body, you can create simple puppets capable of movement.]

Seeing the system notifications appear, Xiao Yan handed the iron puppet to the three girls to play with. Then he slowly rose from the ground and stretched lazily.

Time passed bit by bit. Two and a half years had already gone by since the day of the choosing ceremony.

Over the past two years, because he had chosen medical arts and Magic Cores during the ceremony, Xiao Yan had received the medicinal support he wanted.

Though he was still very young, the adults had deliberately taught him knowledge about medicinal herbs and their properties.

With his heaven-defying comprehension, Xiao Yan only needed to learn a little before he could draw inferences from it. In merely one year, he had developed a miraculous medicine.

As long as someone still had a breath left in them, taking this medicine could save their life.

Of course, pills made from ordinary herbs could not possibly compare completely with a peak seventh-tier medicinal pill like the Bone-Regenerating Blood-Melting Pill.

The medicine Xiao Yan made was only effective on people below the Dou Huang level.

If the injured person was too powerful, the terrifying body of such an expert was beyond what this medicine could heal.

Perhaps if Xiao Yan had more time and added many more medicinal ingredients, he could use a physician's methods to create pills capable of healing Dou Zong and Dou Zun experts.

But for pills made through ordinary means to undergo a qualitative transformation, the effort required would be far more than a single year.

With the huge weight in his heart over his grandfather's injuries finally lifted, Xiao Yan did not leave his heaven-defying comprehension idle. He began studying the art of puppetry.

At first, Xiao Yan had not possessed such abilities. At most, he could make dolls to cheer up Xun'er, his future little wife.

However, with his heaven-defying comprehension, anything he began to grasp could undergo a tremendous leap in advancement.

After several attempts, Xiao Yan had gone from nothing to mastering some mechanical assembly techniques, the drawing of energy patterns on puppets, and finally the use of Magic Core energy.

Given a few more years, Xiao Yan was confident that he could create powerful puppets for actual combat. It might even be possible to make a body for Yao Lao to use temporarily.

Thus, what had initially been a small gesture to make his wife happy had turned into a major gain with many benefits.

Rolling his wrists, Xiao Yan looked thoughtfully at the three girls playing with the little iron man.

This time, Xiao Yan did not delve deeply into puppet crafting. Instead, he began considering ways to improve his soul strength.

Soul strength was something the people of the Jia Ma Empire believed could not be improved through cultivation methods. Yet in a formidable force like the Pill Tower of the Central Plains, there were corresponding cultivation methods for it.

Since ancient cultivators had been able to create cultivation methods related to soul power, Xiao Yan, with his heaven-defying comprehension, naturally did not think himself much inferior to those predecessors.

An epiphany was only a matter of time!

Suddenly, a burst of urgent commotion came from the other side of the corridor.

"The smell of blood?" Xiao Yan turned his head, his nose wrinkling slightly.

With his extraordinary soul strength, Xiao Yan quickly sensed the identity of the unconscious person being carried by the Xiao Clan experts.

"It's today!" Xiao Yan's eyes suddenly widened. Having prepared for this day for so long, he naturally could not watch the grandfather who cared for him die like this.

After telling Cousin Xiao Yu to keep an eye on his little wife, Xiao Yan stepped forward and followed them.

"Han Lao, even you can't do anything?!" Xiao Zhan asked emotionally as he watched Han Lao shake his head repeatedly, despair thick in his voice.

Han Lao shook his head gloomily. "Young Master, the old Patriarch is a Dou Wang expert. His physical condition far surpasses that of ordinary people. Pills refined with my ordinary mortal flame cannot possibly have any effect."

The others also revealed sorrowful expressions.

A Dou Wang expert could condense Dou Qi wings and fly, having long surpassed the level of ordinary people.

Ordinarily, for minor injuries, medicine combined with powerful Dou Qi could still produce some results.

But now, the old Patriarch's body had suffered grave injuries and was on the verge of death. Naturally, no medicine could save him.

"Husband, don't worry too much just yet." Qin Yueyao supported Xiao Zhan and comforted him.

Xiao Zhan's eyes lit up. His wife cultivated water-attribute Dou Qi, which was most suited for healing others and was known as moving healing medicine.

With his wife's current strength stepping in, perhaps his father's injuries really would not be much of a problem.

Just as Qin Yueyao was about to speak, a small figure darting through the crowd entered her beautiful eyes.

Letting go of Xiao Zhan, Qin Yueyao walked gracefully toward the little fellow no one had noticed. "Yan'er, why are you here? Hurry and go outside first."

Father Xiao Lin had been badly injured. Not only was he covered in blood, but his breathing was already weak as a thread, and he could die at any moment. It would not be good for a child to see this.

"I saw Grandpa was hurt. I have medicine." Xiao Yan had already come to sit beside the bed. Looking at his grandfather's pale face, although he knew his grandfather could be healed in an instant, his heart still ached for no reason.

The child's words made everyone's stiff faces reveal bitter smiles.

Ordinary medicine was almost useless against a Dou Wang. Unless it was a rare medicinal pill refined by a great alchemist, there might still be some hope.

Xiao Yan casually took an exquisite little jade bottle from his robes, poured out a white pill, and stuffed it into Xiao Lin's mouth.

"Go find your little sister Xun'er and the others." Qin Yueyao grabbed Xiao Yan's little hand. Feeding medicine to someone so gravely injured—could he even swallow it?

Just then, Qin Yueyao looked incredulously at the blood-soaked old man on the bed.

The others' eyes also suddenly widened, their faces filled with disbelief.

The countless savage wounds on Xiao Lin's body were visibly healing at a speed discernible to the naked eye.

The pallor of Xiao Lin's face was also rapidly returning to a healthy color.

A muffled groan came from Xiao Lin's mouth. The old man, who had just been on the verge of death, miraculously sat up from the bed.

Aside from his somewhat tattered, bloodstained robes, was this not Xiao Lin, the strongest Patriarch of their Xiao Clan?!

Xiao Yan thought, Since the medicine he developed was meant for severely injured people, he had naturally considered situations where they were unconscious and unable to take it as ordinary people did.

Therefore, it dissolved upon entering the mouth and took effect quickly—requirements for emergency medicine.

Not to mention that Xiao Lin was merely badly injured and had lost too much blood. Even if his injuries had been worse, as long as he still had a breath left, he could be saved.

This miraculous medicine was called Yama Bows His Head. Even if Yama himself came, he would have to bow his head and leave.